Alien Exchange Program

by Robert Lubrican

  "I have no idea what they did," he admitted. "I just don't want to do something that makes us switch back again."

  "But it felt so good!" she moaned. "You don't want to do that again?"

  "Does this answer your question?" he asked, gripping his now fully rigid penis and showing it to her. "Of course I want to do it again. I'm just ... scared ... that's all."

  A look of reflection came over her face.

  "Imagine that. What would it be like if we could switch back and forth at will, just by having sex?"

  "It would be freaky," he said. "No offense, but I did not have a good time while I was in your body."

  "We have to find out!" she said.

  "What?"

  "We have to do it again. Right now. We have to know what will happen."

  "What if we don't like what happens?" he groaned.

  "Like I said, we'll do it again. Sex fixed us, Craig. That means sex is a good thing. By definition!"

  "I don't think there's a single person on the planet who would agree with you," he said.

  "I don't care about them. I care about us."

  She rolled on top of him and reached for his penis.

  "Besides, I'm horny again, and when you were me, you did it on top. That might feel different."

  Five minutes later she was panting and galloping, cowgirl style.

  "You go a lot longer this way," she panted. "We're going to do it a lot this way too."

  Her unabashed, eager willingness to be his lover, both now and in the future, released in him what had been held at bay.

  "I feel it," she cooed, still moving, as his jets of love soaked her channel. "I feel it spurting this time. It's hot. So that's why it feels so hot in me!"

  All he could do was squeeze out every available drop of his love offering, and then fall limp.

  *****

  They were a little bleary-eyed the next morning at breakfast. That's because Carly woke up horny two more times during the night, and they made love both times.

  Fran just thought it was because they were worried.

  "You'll be fine," she said. "Just keep doing what you've been doing."

  She missed Carly's smile as she stared down at her cereal.

  *****

  Craig, oddly enough, was the less eager of them to tumble into bed again. Unlike most boys, perhaps any other boy, he was able to think about that from the woman's perspective, and really understand what unprotected sex could mean to a woman.

  As in many schools, condoms were available to the students at no cost. There were different points of view about that. The theory of those on the more liberal side of things was that it would reduce unwanted pregnancies. The theory on the more conservative side of things was that it encouraged kids to have sex.

  The fact that there is a consistent percentage of unwanted pregnancies is evidence that it doesn't take condoms being available for kids to be encouraged to have sex. I know that doesn't make the conservatives out there happy, but kids want to have sex. I think it's fair to say kids will have sex. At least a percentage of them. So I have to come down on the side of at least trying to encourage them to do it safely.

  Unfortunately, theory doesn't translate well into action sometimes. Take, for example, the fact that somebody thought it was a good idea for the free condoms to be put in the school office, where any student seeking one would have to do so in full view of school staff. What made it even worse in the Canon City High School environment was that at least one of the people who was supposed to implement the free condom policy wasn't fully on board with it. Her name was (and still may be, for all I know) Cynthia Brown. She worked in the school office and didn't have a title as such. Her duties involved a number of different tasks, one of which was to keep the condom bowl full. That was no problem, because the condom bowl hardly ever got empty.

  The primary reason the condom bowl rarely got empty was because Cynthia kept it on top of a book case located five or six feet behind the counter where any student who wanted a condom had to come to and ask ... out loud ... if he or she could have a condom. If that happened, Cynthia was happy to get one from the bowl - one - and hand it to said student.

  That almost never happened, something Cynthia thought was the way things should be.

  She had no idea how the bowl ever got low, though it did sometimes. She had no idea that some of the students who stayed after school for various extracurricular activities snuck into the office to stuff their pockets full of condoms, which could then be passed out to other students.

  Unfortunately, Craig was not one of those kids. Nor did he happen to know any. He got an allowance, but Canon City was small, and the likelihood that, if he bought a box of condoms somewhere, somebody who knew him would observe that by happenstance, was higher than he could, at least that first day, overcome.

  Which is why Craig had no condoms that night when his sister wanted to spend half of that night fucking like bunnies too.

  A man can take only so much, in terms of trying to do the gentlemanly thing and resist temptation.

  The third time he filled her with his stiff prick, he did so with a vengeance, thrusting into her with vigor, making her squeal, and flooding her with his sperm joyously.

  He got close on Thursday and Friday to either going into the office and asking Mrs. Brown for a fucking condom, or buying some somewhere. But he chickened out both days.

  Which was why, Friday night, when he found out Sherry was coming for a sleepover ... there were still no condoms in the house.

  *****

  It could have been done better. It could have been done with less confusion. It could have been done in a way that eased Sherry into yet another new relationship with this pair of twins.

  But Carly was excited. Not only that, she was relieved in a way that you or I might be relieved when the shame-faced doctor comes in and says something like, "I'm really sorry about this, but your test results got mixed up with someone else's. I know I told you, you only have three months to live, but ... actually ... you don't have cancer, and you're not going to die. You're perfectly healthy."

  Basically, she couldn't wait to share everything with her best friend, once they were in private and there could be squealing and jumping up and down and people wouldn't stare.

  But there were multiple news items vying for the headlines. It's arguable, but, at least to a girl, losing her virginity - twice! - might just top out "returning to her own body." Especially if you anticipate talking about both at the same time.

  Which is why, the first thing Carly said to Sherry after the bedroom door clicked shut was, "We did it! We did it, Sherry! And it was awesome!"

  Now remember that Sherry was a first rate student, with a good mind. And, for that matter, any teenager who hears the phrase "We did it," understands exactly what that means. Sometimes that's what they understand when a friend means something entirely else.

  And, remember that Sherry thought that when the body of her best friend said that, it was still occupied by Craig.

  So the first thing she thought of was that Craig was crowing about getting into his sister's pants. The shocked look on her face was followed by a yip of disdain, directed at who she thought was Craig.

  "You bastard! You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you? I thought you understood how important this was! She was a virgin, you asshole!"

  "No! Wait!" yelped Carly. "That's not what I meant. I mean he did it to me!" She stopped, trying to think. Her whole agenda had been planned out, but when this stick got stuck through the spokes it threw her off. Figuratively speaking, of course.

  "Oh, sure, try to blame it on her," snarled Sherry. "You knew the body she was in was constantly horny! And you got control of her body, so you thought you could do anything you wanted to with it. You're an asshole, Craig. And I thought I was falling in love with you. Asshole!"

  "Wait," said Craig, stepping forward. He'd decided to leave the information sharing up to his sister. After all, she was Sherry's b
est friend. But that obviously wasn't working out. "You don't understand."

  "I don't blame you," barked Sherry, looking at Craig. "He used your body against you. I know how rough it was trying to control that body. He seduced you!"

  "Not the first time," said Craig, trying to help. "The first time was sort of an accident."

  "The first time? There was more?!" Sherry's face was flaming red, now, and she was obviously disturbed. More disturbed than either of them had ever seen her before.

  "Lots more," gushed Carly, thinking, illogically - especially in this situation - that if some is good, more is better. Her rattled brain figured that, since she wasn't upset about it, she hoped that her calm acceptance of things would rub off on Sherry.

  "Lots more?" Suddenly Sherry's voice got quiet. Something was wrong here. It was just sinking in. We can't really blame her for her slow arrival at that conclusion. After all, in a reduced but still substantial way, her involvement in all this was mind blowing too. And she had just gotten used to viewing the twins as the incarnation of each other.

  And, ironically, Carly's calm announcement that there had been lots of sex did jerk things around enough to give Sherry pause.

  "You think I'm Craig," said Carly, suddenly, as everything became clear. "Of course you still think I'm Craig. Oh, I'm so stupid!" She grabbed Sherry by the elbows and pulled her deeper into the room. "You don't understand, Baby. We switched back. I'm Carly again. And he's Craig!"

  She grinned. Now everything would be okay. It hadn't gone quite like she'd planned, but now the right information was out there and Sherry would understand.

  The problem was that Sherry had feelings, and experiences, and an agenda, of sorts, of her own. This whole abduction and switch thing hadn't happened only to the twins. She had been part of it. It had affected her too. Just as their whole world had changed, so had her world changed. She had gone from relatively innocent, inexperienced geeky girl to a young woman who was intimately familiar with the anatomy of the opposite gender. Unlike her peers - and that includes most of the popular girls - she'd had hours and hours to spend with a naked male body, under conditions where there was relatively little chance of getting caught, and a startling lack of guilt.

  She had started out disliking Craig, or at least being frustrated by him on a regular basis. She had gone from viewing him as an annoyance to the different body on the girl she already loved. That was strange enough, but then she found that the boy inside the body of the girl she already loved wasn't such a total jerk after all. Or at least had the capacity to be tender and thoughtful.

  So her attitudes concerning Craig were all wound up like a ball of yarn. And one point on that strand of yarn was a little length that had fantasized about what it might be like to feel that very male penis, being pushed into her by her very female best friend. That had been something she couldn't quite process and, over time, as she played with Craig's penis, it was just easier for her to think of it as ... Craig's penis. True, she always knew she was making love with Carly when she lovingly sucked that penis, but she felt like she was making love to Craig too.

  It had been very confusing.

  What she felt now wasn't confusing, though. What she felt now was that Craig's penis had fucked her best friend in the whole world's pussy, and that made her furious. She was a little confused about why she was so furious. Her mind raced as the academician in her tried to parse that out. She didn't like feeling this way, and wanted to understand it. A lot of things went through her mind in a very short amount of time. And, for the next half a minute, she was the only one who spoke as all those things gelled in her mind.

  "Oh my gosh! I'm jealous!" she squeaked.

  "You're back?

  "That's wonderful!

  "You fucked her?!" She asked, whirling on Craig.

  "It's really you in there?" she asked, turning back to Carly.

  "You fucked her?" Her eyes were wide as she looked back at Craig. Almost instantly she turned to Carly again.

  "Really? I am so jealous! I can't believe I'm so jealous."

  She turned back to Craig. "I want to hit you right now!"

  She whirled back to Carly.

  "You let him fuck you? Without talking to me first?!"

  Suddenly she surged forward, putting her arms around Carly.

  "You're back? I can't believe it. I'm so happeeeeeeee."

  And then she sobbed as the tension and emotion found a way to leak out of her.

  "Hey, calm down," cooed Carly. "There's so much to tell you. And it's not all like you think it is. Come on. Let's sit down and I'll tell you all about it."

  Sherry let herself be led to the bed. She sat, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. Craig stayed where he was, leaning against the wall. Something told him this was the wrong time to try to hug Sherry, even though he'd done much, much more than that with her in the past.

  But the circumstances had been different then.

  He realized he was stiff in his pants. That was crazy, but he was used to it, so he casually reached to move it into a more comfortable position. He smiled as he thought about what Carly might have said if she was still in his body. She would have bitched about it, probably.

  "What happened?" begged Sherry, in need of facts to build something with, which she could hold onto for support.

  "Remember that night when you were on top of me, rubbing on my penis?" asked Carly.

  "You are Carly right now ... right?" asked Sherry, leaning away a little bit.

  "Yes," said Carly. "Maybe I can prove that to you later. But right now just listen. Do you remember doing that?"

  "Yes."

  "Well it looked like so much fun that Craig wanted to try that too. So he got on top of me one night and was rubbing away, and it kind of went in him. We didn't plan it. He was just moving too much and before we realized it I was in him all the way. And then I think we both went a little crazy, and pretty soon I knew I was going to cum and I did and when I did, I kind of shot myself back into my own body through my penis. That's the only way I can describe it."

  Sherry blinked several times. She looked at Craig.

  "I felt like I was hovering over both of us," he said. And then I was rushing back towards us like I was falling without a parachute. I don't remember much else until we woke up."

  "You fell asleep? After that?" Sherry's eyes were wide.

  "I think it knocked us out," said Carly. "It was a lot like when we got switched in the first place, except when that happened we were just sitting there looking at the camp fire."

  "Wow," said Sherry. "So, somehow, aliens switched you, and then having sex switched you back?"

  "This wasn't sex. At least not like any sex I ever dreamed about," said Carly. "It was better than sex. It was like Craig and I were really a single being. I can't explain it better than that. I've never felt that close to anybody else in my whole life."

  "Not even me?"

  Carly started to answer, but Sherry stopped her.

  "That was stupid. I'm sorry. Part of me is really jealous right now."

  "Why? You know I love you. You know Craig loves you too."

  She darted a look at Craig, who pushed off the wall, his body tense.

  "He's never said that," said Sherry, softly.

  "Okay, but you know he does. And you know you love him too."

  "So much has changed," sighed Sherry. "My world used to be so boring. I never thought boring would seem like a good thing."

  "Can I say something?" asked Craig.

  Both girls looked at him. He walked toward them and stopped in front of Sherry. He held out his hand, making it obvious he wanted her to stand up. She did, and stood a little tensely, looking up at him.

  "You're very important to me," he said. He saw the disappointment enter her eyes and knew, instinctively that she'd hoped he'd say he loved her. "Listen," he said, pulling her against him before going on. "When this all started, you were you and I was me. Then something I couldn't control changed th
ings. Suddenly I had to pretend to be something I didn't understand. That was obvious to you and we were busted. You could have gotten a lot of money from some news channel and told everybody about it. But you didn't."

  He pulled her gently against him, a hug without his arms being around her.

  "You tried to help. And in the process, we both became different people than we'd been before. Whether it was how I looked, or just because you're the kind of person you are, you treated me like your best friend. You knew I wasn't, but you still showed me love and acceptance."

  Perhaps it was the feel of his erection pressing against her belly that caused Sherry to say what she said.

  "Being nice to you gave me access to Carly's penis," she said.

  "Carly would have given you access to that even if I was in a different state," he said. "But you let me stay."

  "We needed you to stay," said Sherry. "You had to teach us what to do with it."

  "We were a team," said Craig. "All three of us. And because we were a team, and because you were curious and wanted to explore, you set up a situation in which Carly and I felt free to do what we did ... what changed us back. Don't you see? You were probably responsible for us changing back!"

  "How could I be responsible? I wasn't even here!"

  "Answer this question. If you had never joined the team, do you think Carly and I would ever have gotten to the point where intercourse could happen?"

  "No," said Sherry, promptly. It was just automatic.

  "Well, there you go. Because you got involved, things escalated to the point that, unknown to any of us, would reverse whatever the aliens did to us. That's how important you are to me. Basically, you fixed everything."

  He moved his face towards hers.

  "Can I please kiss you?"

  She blinked. This was Craig. Craig had never kissed her. Except that he had. Only with different lips. These lips had kissed her, but they hadn't been Craig's at the time.

  While she was being confused, he kissed her.

  It was different. It was delicious. When his tongue probed, she let it, and she felt her knees go weak as it turned into one of those kinds of kisses.